Dear Diary,
I didn't do much today. I didn't even want to think. I just sat around in my room staring at the ceiling.
Even though I tried not to, I couldn't stop thinking about Eddie. Why did it have to be now that I met him? Why did I have to be sick?
I really liked him..... But what was the point? All I was going to be was hurt him.
We shouldn't have gotten this close to start with...
Love,
Annabel
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Dear Diary: My Last 100 Days
Teen FictionDear Diary, Leaving this world was not by choice. So since I had no choice I wanted to leave something precious of mine behind. With you I leave the last 100 days of my life. Love, Annabel
